Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is biting you.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A selection of necessary badges
A three-headed monkey
A Slotted Spoon perfect for making Baked Beans
A hovering kestrel
A Padded Gambeson of the Owl
A piece of paper listing how many doors and how many wheels there are in the universe
A Chartreuse Houndstooth Handkerchief
A backpack full of survival supplies
A heptagonal stop sign
A pressed leaf, brown and crumbling between your fingers, its original color unknown.

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